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Hey there! Welcome to The Truth, Love Mommy :] I'm Tmom- an entrepreneurial, mom of 4 , balancing life as a Mom, as a Human, my cleaning business, as well as my recovery & addictions. I'm here for fun; to learn, grow & most importantly, to tell the Truth; [the whole truth & nothing but the truth]. I've been told by many people that I need to start a blog, write a book, or even just a journal, that could one day be published. Throughout COVID, I began really questioning my place, my purpose, in this crazy chaotic World. I'd been a SAHM for close to 10 years, and really lost myself in it. (Which IS Okay) I began making things, creating things; like, personalized Tshirts, cups, tumblrs, decals, etc. in hopes to create a small business out of it. I even gave it a snazzy name, "For Cups Sakes". ( ahh yes Spoonerisms) It wasn't a very quick start up, therefore I turned to blogging / journaling. I want to show people real life stuff. I want to tell daily events in my eyes. I want more perspective, and interaction. I want to know my people, people with like interests and similar stories to share. So Lets hang out, chat, advise, and just "vibe" ;]. Lets share our stories and grow together. Let's be real, like, really real, not just for FB real.
It’s been a long day – As a mom, I need to stay up, As a human, I need to go to sleep, I didn’t sleep last night,; I took three 2 minute long blinks… they both ended in a violent jolt- or a tiny twitch… I kept waking myself up. I desperately wanted sleep- but I couldn’t just lay there and close my eyes. There’s to much to do….
why does that happen at least 1 night a week??
Sometimes there are no long blinks at all…. Just sleeplessnesses,
Just getting up to pee, laying back down…. Waiting to hear the quiet footsteps of my tiny toddler.
Just laying.. hearing creaks, cracks, scratches & taps. I get up to smoke, but before I actually do it, I imagine myself doing it a dozen times or so.
I’m wasting time.
I recognize the pitter pattering of tiny feet as they slowly run across the carpeted floor to the staircase.
I don’t hear a sound for a moment, I look to my doorway and see the shadowy figure getting closer- and into my bed climbs my beautiful baby, for cuddles from mama.
Into my bed she climbs, and without a word gets under the blankets, and backs herself into my arms.
Is there a child wedged between my husband & I? Or am I alone ?
Move the blankets & scroll through my phone,
Not looking in any specific direction, just clicking around …
before It’s time for me to put my feet on the ground
Not quite yet, give me time,
I wrote this piece this morning without trying to rhyme…
Hug my little, if she’s there & snug for a second, if we’re late, I don’t care
Because the moments are too small , and the stuff in the days are all too big ,
Time for mama to get up, and I go smoke a cig ,
Text my daughter an I love you & to have a good day –
And while dad got ready, he woke the kids up, but by this time of the morning, I still hear a little snoring…
I Wake them all up for a 2nd or 3rd time, then I let the chickens & ducks out of the coop & feed them , collect eggs & kindly thank them.
I come back inside and now my cat is meowing at me.
So I clean out his dish & refill both sides,
Get the girls in the shower, brush & style their hair – by now I’m cooking breakfast, but that occasion is rare –
Tell my son now to shower & to get himself dressed ,
I can hear Him ask Alexa the time, and now we’re all about to be stressed,
It’s usually around 8:07-8:08 , and if we don’t hurry up we are bound to be forever late.
Luckily the school day here doesn’t start til almost 9!! But if we walk in even a minute late, the tardy sheet I’ll need to sign.
I pack their lunches & add some awesome snacks, I sometimes write little love notes & hide them in their back packs.
By now I’ve said “Let’s go!” Probably 15 times, and on the way out, someone always must stop to feed the fish.
On the days we’re on time and definitely not going to be late, something chaotic happens, something always happens.
Last week we had an attack on our little backyard farm, a stupid fisher cat caused one of the Hens some serious harm.
It was quite traumatic on everyone including me, and my neighbor yelled out that she saw the whole thing!
Yesterday it was the fish tank,
As we walked out the door, my little one had to feed the fish, well we literally watched as our bala shark got stuck and nearly squished.
So my son stuck his hand arm to the bottom of the tank, grabbed the decoration piece& on the shark he began to gently yank..
After a long 10 minutes, he got the shark out & I was so proud of him & at school his story got him clout,
Now it’s 8:49 as we run out the door,
We all enter the school & I realize I didn’t get ready & probably look like a fool.
I sign the kids in & get back to the car,
My little one and I talk the whole ride to daycare , and when we get there she has a meltdown because me leaving isn’t fair.
So I have the ride home all to myself, and I listen to old and new music, as high as it goes …
I click through the stations to find the perfect songs & drown out the craziness in my head that’s always going on.
Today I’m home because I forgot to schedule myself work, and these days I feel wasted, I feel like a total jerk.
Get busy I think to myself as I pace through the house, I need to do something to feel accomplished,
I’m not always okay and it probably shows…
One night we have softball then dance at different times, the next it’s basketball & Girl Scouts, then baseball practice, and I honestly do love attending all of the games, even the early morning weekend ones, a different day for each sport,
So I stay doing nothing but binging Netflix shows.
Am I doing a good job at this mom thing?
What about as a person? Just me as myself? Any observations? Or just answers I could have?
These days are going by so fucking fast, I don’t know when it happened, what age was I at?
Like when did time turn into such a magical thing? Something that is so utterly beautiful & amazing to be a part of / to have, to hypothetically watch, or to just look at, it’s even better than how seeing a real life unicorn would probably be..
It just poof disappears. day after day, it’s the exact same thing, if life were a tik tok, I’d live it in 0.3x incase you were wondering .
But for real time, it’s special, it is precious and it is something to be cherished . The best that you can.
It’s something that now a’ days I’m wayy more grateful than ever to have.
After losing many friends to addiction, that fucking Beast.
Watching friend after friend lose their battle and go in Peace.
if I work that day I always feel like I’m wasting it anyway.
8 years?? 8 years…. 2 more children , 4 apartments, 2 houses, 3 states, 6 + Vehicles –hell that last one might be slightly off, but whose counting?Countless losses that I don’t even want to begin listing.. For our generation? …Generations? More than I can count in my head.
One full blown relapse. 4 revolving doors to familiar rehabs & a jagged edged 6 year recovery. [ no this isn’t the 12 days of Christmas Parody ] I should know what the day is. I’ve been waiting for it. Just as quickly as all the other dates that I thoughtlessly count down to come creeping up on me, my mind begins to shut it out. Trying to forget . Lizard brain? Monkey brain? Elephant brain?? Short Term Brain? Grief Brain? Trauma brain? That might take the cake, and even if some of those are not really a thing, it’s what I’m calling it these days.
That might be a part of the reason I didn’t realize it was “the date” today. Even as I wrote it down on the tardy sheet 2xs today, signing my kids in on the 3 minutes “late” mark, (happens more often than I’d like to admit). As many times as I had typed the date into a text message, or as many times as I swiped through my Phone’s Calendar trying to book client’s and schedule Doctors appointments non synchronously in the days before, leading up to today, knowing how close it was. I know what today is, and I knew it was coming.
I’m still here, and it’s been 8 whole years since you have not been here. It’s been 8 whole years that I’ve dreaded what was once my favorite month.
I’ve outlived you. I’m a year older than you ever were.
How is that possible?
How has the world turned 8 whole times without you?
You were my first lesson in loss. Losing you, showed me what it feels like to lose someone you truly love, that deep kinda love that hurts your soul, even when it is good. It maybe even prepared me for what was yet to come.
I’ve added Loss to the list of firsts. You were a repeat offender on my first’s list. Not things like, first kiss, first love, first time, first boyfriend… no not those kind of first’s.
First Love & Friend Loss. You were the first Friend I ever lost, and the first Love I ever lost.
Let’s put a pin in that & save that list for another day.
The first time I ever loved someone so much and had them so fucking Rudely and abruptly taken away from this Plane. I had no idea. I texted you, called you, left voicemails & joked.. asking you to resend that picture… the new Rock??
I knew you’d never willingly leave without notice. That you wouldn’t make plans for Saturday if you knew it wasn’t going to come.
I knew you.
I knew you even if for only 8 years.
We had gone through so much in such a short time, and even though we were not together, I knew you still had that love for me.
I don’t even completely understand how you’ve been gone for the same amount of years as I knew you.
If I’m a year older than you ever got to be, am I older than you now? Are you forever 31?
I love you pxs3, the best friend I’d ever have, the only male version of myself I could ever love.
I’ll never forget our last conversation, just the day before, and will forever ask myself the same questions. Did you know? Were you trying to tell me something? Were you saying Goodbye, See you there? Or was the universe trying to tell me?
We talked about the Devils Throne,& how we’d take it over.. You & I. Promoted ‘King & Queen’ of a world we don’t know exists.
I remember exactly where I was driving at that exact moment. Passing DW Park, sitting at the light, Park to my right.
Smiling ear to ear listening to you talk, laughing together, joking about our happily ever afters. The conversation hadn’t started that way, no not at all even close. When I answered that very last phone call, you were crying... sniffling. Longing to be with your sons for the weekend, even if just for the day. You explained what was happening and how it mimicked what had happened some years before. You told me you couldn’t go through this again. You told me how Evil she was, and warned me to stay away from her cousin. I wish I had have listened…
I Promised you I would be there for you whenever I could, I swore I’d do anything I was able for you, whenever my relationship with your ex best friend allowed. I told you we were fixing things, we had 2 toddlers & a new baby and things at home had just started gettingbetter. I worked my ass off to get to where I was, and I said you could too… but none of that means we cant still be friends. No, We WILL be friends I swore to you, and I would tell him this weekend how I’m going to be there for you. He won’t mind, I promised.
I’m Sorry for missing those calls that night. I’m sorry I didn’t check sooner.
We are unstoppable, & no one can keep us apart, not even the Devil himself. No, we could and would overthrow him.
You were finally Free. For the first time in years, we were Free Simultaneously.
I had been waiting for this for years. Literally. I wanted to be there for you, with you, and this was it. So why? Why did You have to leave? You were once so strong, not only in the physical sense, but mental too.
I wish I could play every single one of our memories on a projector, they were literally some of the most critical times of my life.
I’d have followed you to the end of the world had time allowed. Where Would we be today?
Where are you today? Do you forgive me? Are You Proud?
I gave up everything for you.
PS. It was 21 Guns… the Music Video that played on MTV all Summer long. That woke us up to flashing lights & a really aggressive beat Every single time, at 2 – 3 AM. The song that gave us a hangover.
As I sit here threading gold braided twine through each and every one of The Who knows how many , Valentine’s Day Bookmarks I hurried and began to make at around 6pm… because that’s who I am- I’m that mom- I’m last minute mom, last minute woman . I’m questioning my sanity.
How many of these bookmarks will actually be used??
How many of those time eating bookmarks are gonna be in recycling bins and trash barrels around my town tomorrow??
As you can see, I’ve been busy.
This gives me perspective to share, a different perspective… multiple perspectives.
I’m that mom that carelessly, mindlessly , tosses the 3-4 bags/boxes filled with valentines away each year. Maybe not that day, that month, or even that year…. But eventually, they end up in a land fill from an annual purge.
I am that mom.
I am also the mom scrambling last minute to come up with simple ideas to incorporate into Valentine’s for four different age groups/ four different classes, without candy or snacks / food of any sort.
I’ve got to come up with a valentine, omit the candy hearts. Maybe I don’t have to come up with it, but I do have to follow through with the creating process.
I am the mom who stayed up all night finishing , cutting, tying, d.i.y-ing, cricut-ing .. to make sure each of my children had a bag of unique valentines to pass out to their class. ( Luckily daycare allows certain snacks 🙏🏻🤫🥳)
So tomorrow, Today, if we don’t have a snow day – when our kids run into the house from school, dump their backpacks on the ground, reach for their bag ( or box) filled with a large variety of valentines from each and every one of their classmates – I’m going to remind myself to be more present.
To stop and enjoy going through them with each of my children. Be equally excited.
Not that I’m usually not that way anyways / just sometimes need to stop and remind myself to slow down.
Listen , whether the kids valentines are store bought or hand made, they are usually equally thought out – it’s not something that needs too much effort on any end . Tonight I struggled with computer updates, and software issues , my laptop kept freezing right before go time – my cricut kept eating and tearing the bookmarks right at the very last steps…..
I just wanted to make sure they had something –
And now they do. And I’m exhausted and have my full body bone scan at 930 am today… but I chose to get those valentines done, and I’m not even a little bit mad or upset over it- I’m pumped I got it done.
I’m this mom, I’m that mom, I’m Mom, and they didn’t hand me an instruction manual after any of my births.
Happy Valentine’s Day y’all 😘😍❤️😘
There’s a little mom truth for today – food for thought .
I’m sprung… Tryna catfish… By: Vasacheee vasacheee I’m sprung… It’s How ya get me.. Got me doin things I’d neva do Admit it man you know it’s true Im sprung.. Tryna catfish… Got me on Facebook makin new names I got an app to trick you babe I do… I do… I dooo do do doooo- yeaa
I’m sprung… Out to get you I got different names and different tags I warned you I’m not the one babe #imnottheonebabe I’m sprung… Tryna trick you Tell you meet me at our favorite place But knowin you can’t see my face - I hide-/- I hide -/-/ I hide do do do doooo Yeaaaa He got me makin a tinder… Turning me into a real sinner I’m actin like I’m really really crazy Whatchu think ya know about me baby? Got me cuttin off my main D 🍆 Even all of the ones that pay me - And that even the main problem I’m tryna reach out to you to solve them - Man you think you don’t deserve this shit- But til you learn I ain’t tryna quit - Why you tryna get away from me?? So now I’m speeding quickly , Before you try n Jip me N bet you ass your bitch is comin wit meeee
Written By: c.mck ⚠️⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️⚠️ There are SEVERAL GRAPHIC IMAGES- taken solely to create a timeline of my progress!!! If you are easily disgusted, squeamish / cannot look at medical but gross images, please do not scroll on 😊
Back in September 2021, the 15th to be exact – my 4 year old super fluffy , allergy inducing on everyone [ including ppl not allergic to cats👋🏻] half Maine Coon cat, ‘Spike’, needed a trim. Let’s be honest; he needed some work done, as he despises to be brushed. So at it I went with a pair of clippers in one hand, scissors in the others. [ he had quite a few clumps of matted fur, I had to be prepared]
At it I went for about 10-15 minutes, satisfying clump, after satisfying clump. He was good, he was great .
Until it came time to be rinsed off…
His whole body tensed. I was so gentle & easy… I also thought I had control of the twenty something pound+ cat that I was rinsing.
It’s something about our touch.. our sounds, our stillness & sense …
My children have all had a period of time where they slept next to me, and they had to be touching me. In some way or another; They could be on the other side of the bed, yet their tiny foot/feet were making contact with me.
My littles one moves around in her sleep when she feels or hears me near & doesn’t stop moving til she’s making contact with me.
My heart beat .
This must be why they said skin to skin…
These babies grew inside of us. You literally cannot get any closer to us, to our hearts, than the children you birthed. Not taking away from anyone else in any way – just giving my perspective.
They want to hear our heart beating, feel our hearts beating. There’s a comfort in that, that some just cannot go without.
To me, it’s important.
To me, I have to cherish it.
It won’t be this way forever – I keep reminding myself this. I keep reminding pat… I keep saying it outloud but I still have to remind myself,, I still forget.
These babies aren’t babies forever, so I believe in closeness. I believe in cuddling, hugs, goodnight kisses, bed sharing & I believe in giving into it.